Serene he stands, with mist serenely crowned, <br />And draws a cloak of trees about his breast. <br />The thunder roars but cannot break his rest <br />And from his rugged face the tempests bound. <br />He does not heed the angry lightning's wound, <br />The raging blizzard is his harmless guest, <br />And human life is but a passing jest <br />To him who sees Time spin the years around. <br /> <br />But fragile souls, in skyey reaches find <br />High vantage-points and view him from afar. <br />How low he seems to the ascended mind, <br />How brief he seems where all things endless are; <br />This little playmate of the mighty wind <br />This young companion of an ancient star.<br /><br />Alfred Joyce Kilmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mount-houvenkopf-2/
